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Amnesia

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Being an angel wasn't all it was cracked up to be. There was no freedom - you had to follow strict rules and be perfect to God's standards all the time, and it was a lot harder for some than others. Often, Cassiel found himself wondering what it was like on Earth. He began to question God's motives, and ask him what made someone bad and what made someone good - good enough to be allowed into Heaven. And, well, God didn't particularly like Cassiel's way of thought. He didn't like that the young angel was beginning to question His laws. And so he cast the angel out after stripping him of all power, the angel banished to Hell for treason against God's rule.

Cassiel's fall from grace was, well, anything but graceful. He fell so far and so fast that his skin was burned upon impact, his once white feathers tainted black with his 'sin'.

He would have fallen into hellfire if not for a strong gust that caught his flailing wings and swept him aside to the ground beside the boiling pit of lava. The air was knocked from his lungs as he hit the scorched ground, bit battered battered and bruised and littered in burns. However, the one power he had been permitted to keep was his immortality, and so his wounds healed almost instantly. His wings, however, were forever tainted.

Panting, the angel unsteadily got to his feet and looked around. Clearly, he was in hell. The sky was a violent bloody red, the earth dark and burned, and void of any plant life. That wasn't what the angel was looking for, though. He was on the lookout for not trees, but demons. He had heard rumors that demons were drawn to angels like moths to a flame... and that once an angel was banished to hell the demons could sense it.

Wavering blue eyes scanned the area, blond hair bellowing in the wind, but so far there was no sign or a demon - not yet anyways.
 
Being a demon was… well, amazing. Most would have thought that it would be the worst thing possible. That it must be so much better being an angel, with all of their goody godliness. But seriously, how boring would that be? In hell, there were no rules. Bad was good and good was bad and neutral was boring as anything. It was topsy turvy and deliciously wonderful. Yes, Asher had hated it at first. He had been terrified and in pain constantly. However, even the most damned souls could be given a second chance and Asher was one of them. Shortly after being tossed into the fiery abyss of hell, he had been promoted. And it had been quite a promotion. Now, almost one hundred years later, he was one of the more powerful demons here. It almost made being eternally damned really super fun!

Now, on a day like any other, Asher was spending his time doing demon stuff. You know, torturing souls who had done things that were too horrible for even Satan to forgive, throwing random things into flames, talking to his fellow demons, taking long strolls, and of course, screwing with the help. The more innocent of the damned were sentenced to eternal servitude. Those who were sentenced to Asher were the unluckier ones. After all, over a hundred years in hell gave him some really amazing ideas, and they were always the first to know of them.

So of course, when the relatively young demon sensed something… different nearby, he couldn’t help but be interested. “Helloo?” he called, not quite sure what it was that he was sensing. Whatever it was, it smelled deliciously untainted; like a brand new soul who had mistakenly gone the wrong place… but better.

That was when he spotted the most delicious boy he had ever seen. “Hey,” he called, his voice sweet as honey, “You look lost.” He sauntered up to the boy. “Why don’t you come with me, I can get you back where you belong, for it certainly can’t be here.”
 
Cassiel wasn't sure where to go, what to do, or if he was really even in danger of being found be a demon or not. The whole tale of demons sensing pure souls could have been a myth, created in order to keep the timid angels in line. However, it was soon proven to be anything but a myth when he heard a voice and turned to find a man with fiery red hair and wings as white as snow approaching him. Immediately the pale young angel went on the defensive, turning to face the man while his bright blue eyes glared cautiously at him. Of course, he didn't know what to say. He did FEEL pretty lost, but going anywhere with a demon didn't seem like to bright of an idea at all.

"I don't belong anywhere, thank you very much, so I doubt you can help there." The angel murmured, looking wary but not afraid. After all, he was no longer in heaven, therefor he did not consider himself an angel. She didn't have much hope for himself, seeing as how he didn't know what he was. Besides, he couldn't die, so the demon could torture him all he wanted but Cassiel was going nowhere - which was something he kind of regretted.

His black feathered wings drew back a little before settling against his back once again. Eying the demon, he took in his appearance a little better. He was tan and a bit tall, but overall, he looked... nothing like what Cassiel had expected. He expected demons to big big scaly lizard-like beasts who spit fire.
 
Asher grinned at this young angel, and now it was obvious that he was just that. After all, he had fair skin, fair hair, even fair eyes. The only thing about him that didn’t scream ‘angel’ was the wings. They were perhaps the most beautiful thing about him though. Ebony, large, and quite amazing. He wondered if the rumors were true; that those with big wings had big… you know. The demon circled this newcomer, absorbing everything about him. A fallen angle perhaps? That was wonderful. He wondered what the boy in front of him had done. He took a step towards Cassiel, his stride powerful and commanding. “Don’t be cruel,” he said, energized just by being around such purity. “I just want to help you.”

He took a step closer. Plans, dreams, fantasies swirled around in his dark, corrupted brain. That was the thing about being corrupted, it felt amazing. The power was the most forbidden fruit of them all. Sweet, delicious, and oh-so illegal. Even in hell there were things that you weren’t supposed to do, and Asher was doing one of them right now. He was freely engaging in a conversation with one of God’s servants.

“Well,” he purred, now practically on top of Cassiel, “If you don’t belong anywhere, why don’t you come home with me?”
 
The feelings of carelessness slowly vanished from Cassiel's mind as the demon grew closer, lips pinching back into a fine line and muscles tensing in displeasure of having the demented being so near to himself. His hands balled into fists, but when it came down to it, Cassiel knew he had no true power in this domain. God had taken all of his strengths, leaving him with only his weaknesses, which now made him just about as helpless as even a human if you could imagine such a thing!

"And just why would I go anywhere with you, Demon? I've heard all about your kind. You lie and deceive humans so you can use them. I'm not a human, and I wont be fooled by you.." He did look rather helpless as he spoke, though. He had nowhere to go in this desolate Hell.
 
Gosh, in purely kindergarten terms, this Angel was a meanie! He was just trying to help the boy. Well, no, that was a lie… but he was acting as if he were just trying to help the boy, and that was all that really counted. Asher smiled, his teeth representing a shark’s, not in number, but in the sharp, cruel look of them. His eyes glittered and his hand wandered towards this forsaken creature. He bit down softly on his lower lip as his fingers grazed the blonde’s chest; the energy that it gave him made him want to touch so much more than his chest. Yet he pulled away, his smile unfaltering.

“Well that, that is stereotyping.” Asher stuck out his bottom lip in mock hurt. “I thought that a pretty, rather angelic, boy like yourself would be above stereotypes.” He shrugged, “But I suppose that with all of those harsh rules up there, you must find it so hard to be open minded.”
 
Never in a million years would Cassiel have imagined any demon could possibly be so childish! Not that Cassiel was anywhere near a million years old, he was only about thirty, though he stopped aging appearance wise about about sixteen. Still! The point was that this guy was really proving to be nothing like he had initially thought he would be, and it was really confusing Cassiel and making it hard for him to keep up the tough guy act.

He quickly jumped a little when the demon reached out and touched him though, inching backwards and glaring at the demon. "It's rude to touch someone without their permission, you know. A-and besides, what could you possibly know about heaven? You've never been there, right?" He didn't really deny the fact that the rules were strict though, and for a moment he felt bad when he was accused of being closed minded, but quickly put his hard face on. "Free thinking can be dangerous." After all, it was what landed him in Hell, now wasn't it?
 
Nope, Asher had never been in heaven, and he was going to keep it that way. Whoever in their right minds would go to that terrible place in the sky? He had read the bible a few times during his time on earth, and the ticket to hell was so much easier to get then the one to heaven. Besides, who wanted to spend their time on a cloud, playing the harp with a bunch of goody-goodies? Bo-ring!

“Gee! Talk about having it backwards!” Asher exclaimed at his comment, “Free thinking is what gets you what you want.” He frowned. This conversation was starting to bore him. One hundred years hadn’t made him any more patient, not like some of those old timers who sat around whipping people. Not that whipping people wasn’t fun. Why, it could be just fabulous really, but Asher wanted to have some other types of fun with his victims first. He stepped closer to Cassiel, his hand snaking around the boy’s wrist. “And touching people without their permission is rude? Why didn’t anyone ever tell me?” He looked towards Cassiel, his eyes widening in mock innocence
 
"Tch, you don't know anything do you? You just sit around doing whatever you want! Where's the discipline?!" Cassiel growled, jerking his wrist free of Asher's grasp and folding his arms over his chest. Maybe he wasn't allowed in heavy anymore, but he still only knew the way of the angels, and the demon was doing against every rule! Where was the structure? The law? He was in hell, yes, but surely there had to be a system, right? Some kind of rules that Cassiel had to abide by? Obeying was all Cassiel knew! What the heck was he supposed to do if he didn't know what to do to begin with?

"Free thinking is what landed me here is hell, and I can tell you right now that that's not what I wanted." Deciding that the conversation was getting neither of them anywhere, Cassiel simply turned and looked around, looking for somewhere else to go.

"Hmph. I wouldn't expect you to understand anything, anyways. Your mind is rotten." He sighed, letting his guard down a bit as Asher's personality thus far had been rather un-intimidating.
 
For once in his time here, Asher was a bit offended. Not because he was called rotten, for the rotten apple still tasted somewhat sweet (and could still be poisioned), but because this “angel” was such a spoil sport. He didn’t know how it worked in heaven, but down here in hell, it was so much better. And newbies listened to their superiors. It didn’t matter what said superiors asked of them, they just listened. What was the point of discipline anyway? The word hardly made sense to him in context. Outside of context however, it made perfect sense.

Asher snapped his fingers and grinned as Cassiel’s legs were rendered immobile. Cassiel did remain upright however. “Discipline?” he asked, walking slowly towards the boy. “Oh, we have discipline.” He took hold of the blonde’s waist, his hands resting on either side of his soft, smooth flesh. His left hand wandered downwards to Cassiel’s thigh. He closed his eyes and a soft hissing sound escaped his mouth as the energy coursed through his body. This would take quite some getting used to. “Would you like to see it?”
 
Cassiel was about take off walking when suddenly he realized his legs were stiff and he couldn't move them. For once, his narrowed eyes widened a little and he remembered that demons had their own special abilities and powers much like angels did. Straining every muscle in his body he tried to move, but he was powerless against the invisible restrains. Turning, he growled in frustration at the demon and opened his mouth to tell the man to release him, only for his breathing to hitch as the hand snaked it's way around his waist and down to his thigh.

Reaching down he tried to shove the hand off of him while his upper body tried desperately to squirm away from the dangerously close demon. "Back off!" He growled, doing his best to ignore the small shock he felt from the sheer touch of the hand on his flesh. He'd never been touched quite like this. It was new. And Cassiel disliked new.
 
Asher let go of the angel, raising his hands up in teasing surrender. “Fine then!” He stepped back and gave Cassiel an exaggerated bow. “Whatever you say your majesty.” He had to let go anyway, or he would have become simply intoxicated with energy. He had heard of this before. If a demon was around an angel, he (or she, in regards to the lovely she-demons out there) wouldn’t take energy from the entity; that was the job of the Succubi, but while basting in the white energy that every angel gave off, they would feel great. It was a shame that the energy dissipated over time.

He snapped his fingers again and bound the angel’s arms behind his back. “Where are my manners?” he asked, taking a few steps away from Cassiel and bounding up to him again, somewhat like a puppy. “My name is Asher, how about you?” He held out his right hand then giggled. “How silly of me!” He snapped his fingers and freed one of Cassiel's arms. “Let me try again; I’m Asher, your new residential demon. And you would be…?”
 
Frustrated at the turn of events, Cassiel clenched his jaw, mashing his teeth together in annoyance as he tried his absolute hardest to free himself of the demon's power. When his arm was free he used it to try and move his other arm, only to fail. His wings twitched a bit, but after a few moments, he realized he was getting nowhere and simply glared up at this demon whose name was apparently Asher.

"... Cassiel." He muttered, non too happily, but didn't attempt to shake the man's hand. "N-now let me go and I'll go with you, jeez." After all - he preferred to go of his own free will than be degraded by being dragged or moved like a puppet.
 
“Well it’s very nice to meet you Cassiel,” Asher said, his face practically lighting up with a smile. “Sure, I’ll let you go.” He thought for a second. “Actually, I lied. I don’t think I will. I think that you look prettier like this.” His smile dissipated and a scowl replaced it. “And you didn’t shake my hand.”

Asher would have let him go freely but watching the beautiful angel dance was just oh so fun. He snapped his fingers again, watching as Cassiel was forced to move into different positions. After a few moments, he let go, allowing him to move using his own mind and body. He didn’t really have to snap his fingers. He had just found it to be more theatrical.
 
"I'm not some toy, now let go!" He shouted, his frustration and embarrassment getting the best of him as the demon began to use his powers to move Cassiel's body like a doll. It was a blow to his pride really, and Cassiel wouldn't stand for it. The only problem, though, was that he had no say in the matter. Because his powers had been taken.

When Asher finally released him he growled and folded his arms, looking very flustered. "What do you even want from me? Just leave me alone."
 
Amnesia said:
"I'm not some toy, now let go!" He shouted, his frustration and embarrassment getting the best of him as the demon began to use his powers to move Cassiel's body like a doll. It was a blow to his pride really, and Cassiel wouldn't stand for it. The only problem, though, was that he had no say in the matter. Because his powers had been taken.

When Asher finally released him he growled and folded his arms, looking very flustered. "What do you even want from me? Just leave me alone."
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“But that’s where you’re wrong,” Asher purred, stepping closer to Cassiel. “You are a toy. And now, you’re going to be my toy.” He reached towards the other boy’s face, the back of his nails just hardly scratching skin. “As for what I want from you, nothing.” And it was true. He wanted absolutely nothing from Cassiel. After all, if the angel said yes, which Asher knew he wouldn’t, it wouldn’t be any fun. And fun was the only thing keeping the young demon safe… or at least halfway sane.

“I don’t want anything from you. I want you”
 
I don’t want anything from you. I want you

The words alone were enough to make the angel shutter involuntarily, eyes widening a bit before they narrowed and he pulled away, wincing as he slapped the clawed hand off of his cheek. "Y-yeah? Well too bad." He rubbed his cheek a bit where it had been grabbed and cautiously watched the demon now, reached to avoid further contact, though he was well aware that Asher could control him anyways. Which was why he didn't try to run and flee, because he knew he'd just be stopped.
 
"Why, I suppose your right," Asher said with a dissapointed sigh. He stepped away and gestured towards the direction opposite of Cassiel. It was an exagurated motion, much like his others. "You should probably leave now, before my evil demon aura corrupts you. And I should let you go. Maybe then God will finally forgive me." A wide smile replaced the look of saddness that he had temporarily adopted.

"Then again, I could just force you to come with me and forget about all of this nonsense." He snapped his fingers, binding Asher's entire body, rendering him incapable of moving anything but his mouth and eyes. "Now, do you think you'll cooperate? This is your final warning beautiful." He smirked and looked directly into Cassiel's pretty blue eyes.
 
"W-... Well I suppose I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" He murmured, a bit nervously, when he was asked of he would comply. "But I am NOT you toy, so do not treat me as such." Maybe he'd go with this demon, not happily mind you, but he wasn't going to be some play thing for a sick demon.

"Now release me! I'll play your stupid game for now."
 
Amnesia said:
"W-... Well I suppose I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" He murmured, a bit nervously, when he was asked of he would comply. "But I am NOT you toy, so do not treat me as such." Maybe he'd go with this demon, not happily mind you, but he wasn't going to be some play thing for a sick demon.

"Now release me! I'll play your stupid game for now."
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Asher released the boy with a single bat of his eyelashes. It was incredibly easy to work magic over Cassiel and that amused him immensely. What had he done to be thrust into hell while he was so powerless and pathetic?

"Good boy," he said, starting off towards his home. "I'm glad you listened to me. I won't have to hurt you as badly now." He grinned at the plans running through his head.
 
"I didn't listen to YOU, I listened to LOGIC." He pointed out, growling a bit as he balled his fists and stormed after the demon. Oh, the joy they were no doubt to have... yeah right. This was a joke! Why was he ever here? More importantly, why did that old man have to take away his powers? Talk about cruel and unusual punishment!

"And you're lucky I don't have my powers right now, otherwise I'd be kicking your butt up and down hell!" He bluffed, knowing how angelic powers had not been intended for violence. Even if he had his powers the most he could do would be protect himself with a shield of energy.
 
“Well aren’t you a feisty one,” Asher stated with an amused grin. This boy had fire, and he liked fire. After all, he did just so happen to live in hell, the land of the burning… everything. Perhaps it was his attitude that had landed Cassiel here. Asher found it refreshing, but there was no doubt that the oldman upstairs probably found it sinful.

“That attitude won’t do you any good here you know.” He turned around and began walking backwards, never missing a single step. “But go on, I find your attitude just adorable.” He giggled and turned around. The other demons often accused him of playing with his food, but he just couldn’t help himself.
 
Cassiel folded his arms over his chest and glared up to the blood red sky, silently cursing the God that banished him simply for having free will. God had told him that free will, however, was something only humans were to have. It was a fault created by the humans. And because Cassiel apparently was as sinful as the humans, he was to be treated as one, and throw away. Growling, the angel looked back to the demon, who was going on about how his attitude wasn't going to help him but was 'adorable'.

"I think you'd be a little pissed to if you were thrown away like a piece of garbage, Demon, for something you couldn't help. And YOU aren't making things any better. So don't talk to me about having a bit if an attitude." He glanced to the side and noticed other demons were curiously watching the pair, huffing a little in annoyance but keeping close to Asher. Maybe those other demons would swallow him whole and just get it over with, though Cassiel wondered if that would be enough to effectively kill him.
 
Asher shook his head, his grin not leaving his face at Cassiel’s words. Did this boy believe that he was unaware of the circumstances in which he was here? No, he knew that he had been thrown away ‘like garbage’ as he described. And Asher saw him as little more than that. Instead of garbage, he saw the angel as a toy. He glared at the other demons, his happy, flamboyant demeanor disappearing. It was quickly replaced with one that was well, demonic.

Of course, when the others lost interest, only a few steps later. He went back to him usual self. “Don’t worry about them,” he said, flashing a smile back at Cassiel. “They won’t take you as long as you belong to me.” He completely ignored everything that the other boy had said. To him, Cassiel’s words meant nothing. They were just white noise; pointless and only slightly annoying.
 
Cassiel's steps faltered a little when the playful demon suddenly took on a darker look, warding off the other demons, who soon realized they weren't getting any angel action and left. Only then did the demon take on his usual face, causing a nervous feeling to sweep through Cassiel's being. So he did have a demon side to him...

"And just how do they know that I 'belong' to you, anyways?" He asked, sighing a little and lightening up a bit as he did so. Clearly, he was realizing that his attitude really was ding him no good. Asher would get what he wanted no matter how Cassiel acted.
 
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